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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Spotlight: The Palisade by Rosalind Abel

Please welcome Rosalind Abel with

The Palisade

Lavender Shores #1

Cover Artist: AngstyG

Blurb:

Confident businessman Joel Rhodes sees the small California town of Lavender Shores as nothing more than a business opportunity and a final stepping stone to the position he’s been working toward his entire life. It was supposed to be just one night in town to close the deal, and sleeping with one of the local men, no matter how gorgeous, meant nothing more than a few hours of fun.Andrew Kelly is perfectly content with the life he has in his hometown. So much so that the only thing missing is someone to share it with. Going to bed with a tourist was never meant to be the answer to his dreams, just a beautiful distraction. He could get back to looking for Mr. Right the next day.Both Andrew’s and Joel’s worlds are turned upside down when a few hours of pleasure get extended to a couple of days. Even that shouldn’t have been a big deal. You can’t fall in love in that amount of time. That isn’t how it works. However, if destinies collide, a few short days may be all it takes to find your soul mate.Even so, when secrets and motivations get tangled, fate may do nothing more than leave two hearts in pieces.

Get the book:

So
many thanks to My Fiction Nook for hosting a blog spot for The
Palisade tour! And thank you to each of you for stopping by for the
excerpt and giveaway.

The
Palisade is the first book of the Lavender Shores series. Each of the
novels will be able to be read as a stand-alone or as part of the
series. I’m going to let the excerpt and blurb speak themselves,
but I will promise you romance, steamy sex, laughter, all the feels,
and a happily ever after.

The
Palisade is available Amazon as of yesterday, June 20, 2017. It is
also part of Kindle Unlimited.

I
can’t wait for you to fall in love with Andrew, Joel, and Lavender
Shores.

Through
this blog tour, I’ve shared several sexy, romantic, and downright
steamy portions of the novel. But, for today, I wanted to give you
one of the funny moments. Joel has spent his first night at Andrew’s
house. This is the morning after. . .

The
smell of coffee wafted
into my dreams, waking me up with a comforting slowness. I stretched,
keeping my eyes closed, not wanting to lose the moment. The warmth of
the bed, the memories of last night, in the kitchen, on the couch
during a movie, in this bed. I breathed deep, the smell of the coffee
mingling with Andrew’s scent on the sheets.

I
opened my eyes, the peace of the moment already fading. The other
side of the bed was empty, and I felt a little lurch in my gut.

Of
course, moron. The smell of coffee didn’t happen on its own. Still,
I stretched out my hand and touched the place where Andrew had curled
against me all night. Still warm. Barely, but it was there. In true
crazy-man fashion, I started to roll closer to the spot, breathe him
in deeper, and then the vibrating began again.

And
again—fuck was the only response to that. However, better to just
get it over with. Rolling the other way, I snagged my cell off the
bedside table.

Three
missed calls.

And
now my father had turned to texting. Which he hated.

This
is unacceptable, Joel. Get the paperwork signed and get your ass
home.

Your
ass. Wow, even at his most furious, Dad typically stayed
business-tycoon appropriate.

He
woke me on my last full day with Andrew and before I had coffee. It
was like he wanted me not to play nice.

As
I told you last night, it’s the weekend. Things are different here.
Slower. It will happen tomorrow.

There
was a long pause before he responded. I could see him staring at his
phone, seething. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that part of me
nearly texted him back, apologizing and promising to make sure the
paperwork magically got filed on a Sunday. Soft clanging of dishes or
silverware drifted in from the kitchen, reminding me that the last
thing I wanted was to cut our final day short.

Another
buzz.

I’m
beginning to question if you are as prepared for the leadership role
as I thought. Comfort Coffee needs to be in the hands of someone
capable and committed.

Fuck
you.

I
barely caught myself before I hit Send. I erased it and typed again.

My
commitment is obvious. The paperwork will be signed tomorrow, and we
can start on Comfort Coffee as early as next week. My cell will be
off for the rest of the day. I will be in contact after the signing.

I
hit Send, powered down the phone, collapsed back into the pillow, and
focused on my thudding pulse, as it was entirely likely I’d just
triggered a stroke or a heart attack.

Tomorrow.
I’d see him tomorrow. He could rage at me then. By tomorrow
afternoon, I’d be back in San Francisco. At the office. Back to my
life. A life that was everything I wanted, or at least was building
up to it.

And
I dreaded it. The thought of it left me cold and a little terrified.
Which didn’t make sense. Why terrified?

This
was what should terrify me. Lying in Andrew’s bed, wanting to stay.
With him, in Lavender Shores. Wanting to throw everything away and
just be here, with the smell of whatever subpar coffee was brewing,
the scent of his body around me, the sounds of him moving in the
kitchen. I wanted to toss my entire life away? For this? For a man
I’d known since Thursday night?

Yeah,
that should terrify me.

And
it did.

Sitting
up, I swiped my phone off the side table once more and moved my thumb
to the Power button. I could fix this.

Andrew
laughed in the kitchen, halting me.

Then
a second laugh. I could just picture him. Maybe he’d dropped an egg
or was listening to something funny on NPR.

I
put the phone back.

One
more day. I’d keep my brain turned off, as much as I could, for one
more day. I’d enjoy a life I’d never wanted or experienced
before. I had the rest of my life to reach the goals I’d worked for
endlessly. They would be there waiting when I got back to town the
following afternoon. But I was taking one more day for myself. One
more day to commit Andrew Kelly to my memory, a fantasy of a
different life. A life meant for someone other than me. But for now,
for the next twenty-four hours or so, it was a life meant for me, and
Andrew Kelly was mine.

Giving
in to the impulse, I pulled his pillow to my face and breathed deep.
My cock responded instantly.

After
throwing off the covers, I got out of bed and headed for the bedroom
door, then thought about exactly what I wanted to do to Andrew. I
pictured a breakfast encore to the dinner entertainment we’d had
the night before. And that required teeth brushing.

My
erection didn’t fade as I vanquished my morning breath, my mind
planning exactly what I was going to do with his body. By the time I
silently pulled open the bedroom door and padded down the hall, my
dick was leaking, so urgently ready for him.

I
rounded the corner into the kitchen, planning on sneaking up behind
him as I had the night before, and froze, every synapse of my brain
short-circuiting.

Andrew
sat at the small table, coffee cup lifted halfway to his lips, his
blue eyes wide. Next to him, his father sat in a similar fashion, but
his lips curved into a grin.

“Well,
good morning to you too, Mr. Rhodes. Looks like you woke up on the
right side of the bed.” Robert tipped his coffee mug in my
direction in a makeshift salute.

My
hands flew to cover my crotch—and by flew, I mean they stayed
exactly where they’d been for way too long and then uselessly
darted over my balls so quickly that they hit them, causing my
erection to jut forward. I literally turned and ran, yelling out over
my shoulder, “I’m so sorry. I’ll find clothes.”

Robert
called after me. “No need, Joel. Might as well be comfortable.”

“Dad!”
I heard a smack and figured Robert would have an Andrew-sized
handprint on his arm.

Back
in the bedroom, I glanced at the windows. Andrew’s condo was on the
third floor. If I jumped, at most I’d break a leg. I could still
crawl away.

Andrew
walked through the bedroom door and shut it behind him. His eyes were
still wide in shock, but I could tell he was making an effort not to
laugh.

“If
you laugh, I’m killing you.” I started to point at him, but kept
my hands covering as much of myself as I could.

He
bit his lip and took a deep breath through his nose.

“I’m
serious. Dead. You’ll be dead.”

He
lost it, his laughter bursting from him loud and a bit unhinged. He
laughed as tears instantly began running down his face. And even with
the closed bedroom door, I could hear Robert’s laughter joining in.
The fucker.

I
glared at him. “I hate you.”

Still
laughing, he crossed the room and wrapped me in his arms as I tried
to squirm away.

I
hope you enjoyed some of the humor found in The Palisade. I’m
extending the sale for another day, so hop on over to Amazon and pick
it up. Also, feel free to explore all that Lavender Shores has to
offer by visiting http://www.lavendershores.com
.

Follow
along with the rest of the blog tour for more information, excerpts,
giveaways, and fun.

June
14—Boy Meets Boy

June
15—Love Bytes

June
17—Joyfully Jay

June
19—MicheleFogal.com

June
20—RELEASE DAY!!!

June
21—My Fiction Nook

About the author:

Rosalind Abel grew up tending chickens alongside her sweet and faithful Chow, Lord Elgin. While her fantasy of writing novels was born during her teen years, she never would have dreamed she’d one day publish steamy romances about gorgeous men. However, sometimes life turns out better than planned.
In between crafting scorching sex scenes and helping her men find their soul mates, Rosalind enjoys cooking, collecting toys, and making the best damn scrapbooks in the world (this claim hasn’t been proven, but she’s willing to put good money on it).

She adores MM Romance, the power it has to sweep the reader away into worlds filled with passion, steam, and love. Rosalind also enjoys her collection of plot bunnies and welcomes new fuzzy ones into her home all the time, so feel free to send any adorable ones her way.